Under a raging storm, someone knocked on Siesta's door. She opened apprehensively, prepared for a fight. Standing on her door was Saito, dripping wet, after all this time. His eternal vacant smile was missing from his face; it was obvious something was wrong. "Siesta, it's been so long. May I come in?" He tried to fake a smile, but she could only see a sad simulacrum of better times. Trying not to stammer, to look too surprised, she let him in saying nothing.
After cleaning up and drying off he didn't look as bad, but his eyes, they seemed so dead. "Saito, can you please tell me what's wrong?" She asked, inching near him to be a supportive, comforting figure for him when he needed it the most, just as he was there for her all those years ago. "It was that obvious, huh?" He sighed, putting the cup of tea down in front of him. "Things were tough between Louise and me. At first we thought it was just inexperience and my natural clumsiness. I wish it was that simple. We just didn't connect; the communication problems were obvious, even when we were dating. In time, I started to favor longer expeditions, to go into the deepest corners of the world, somewhere where I could be away from her" He chuckled to himself. "Promises mean nothing after all" He let his head down, attempting to hide his tears from Siesta, but it was meaningless. She embraced him, nesting his head on her healthy chest, as he continued to let his secrets out. "By the end we fought a lot, all the time. It wasn't innocent whippings that leave marks on my body anymore; it had degenerated into seriously trying to hurt me. 'Why can't you be more like him!?' she yelled all the time."